drop his name
push it in and twist the knife again
watch my face
as I pretend to feel no pain

“I can’t, Artie’s coming over and we’re going to have a horror movie marathon.” Brittany said, flashing Santana an apologetic smile. “Maybe next weekend?”

Dump him. Dump him. Date me. I would do anything to have you back. I know you weren’t really mine to lose, but it feels like it. I never realized how much I needed you until you were gone. I need you, B. I love you. I would take whatever the puckheads threw at us – literally – if it meant having you back, back walking down the halls with me, back with our pinkies linked, back with our girls’ nights, back with me. Please, Brittany. I love you. I’m in love with you. I know I haven’t been able to tell you like I should, but I am. I’ll be better, I promise. Just leave him and come back to me. Please. Just let me reach forward and pull you forward, hold you close and whisper all the things I love about you into your ear and scratch your wrists gently that way you like when I help you fall asleep. I love you-

“Yeah, okay. Next weekend is fine.” Santana said, shrugging nonchalantly. “It’s whatever. Have fun with Wheels.”

“Thanks, S. I’ll see you at Cheerios practice, okay? Bye!” Brittany chirped, leaning forward and giving her best friend a quick hug before dancing down the hallway. Santana waited until she had turned the corner before sighing, turning on her heel and walking away slowly.